I was a mistake..

Razor, sharp, pain...
Is used to carve my name.
Embarrassed, Angry, Ashamed...
My parents take the blame.
Rejected, Loser, Freak...
Always being labeled the geek.
Jocks, Preps, Phonies and Fakes...
Being lonely and never getting a break.
Your birthday is a time to celebrate...
For me it's remembering how I'm a mistake.
Drugs, Violence, Unprotected Sex...
Getting screwed over by an untested ex.
Tired of trying to get respect...
Dying of a disease waiting for death.
Suicide is the easy way out...
So i take the gun and put it in my mouth.
Before pulling the trigger, there's only one thing to think about...
Would i be saved before it's too late?
Or should i pull it, remembering how my life was a mistake.